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So....after all this drama with my landlord, I have finally found a new place to live! And though I'm freaking out, I'm going to be moving this coming weekend! Of course, I have nothing packed, but my mother has offered a moving truck as my house warming present!

I'm going to be living with a great friend of mine, so I'm very excited about that! At present he's living with two guys, one of whom he was in love with. It's a terrible situation, so we're both eager to get out! 

This is going to be a very positive change for me..........if I can get my act together! Yikes!!!


I went through my old AmbrosialVision account and added some old friends from there. I don't expect many of them to check their journals still (or I'd like to think I'd have them as friends here anyways), but we'll see!

It's almost Matt's birthday...I got a reminder in my old email and have been thinking about him today. He doesn't even deserve my thoughts, but there they are. 

Hot Yoga

 So, on Friday I went to hot yoga. Twisting my body like a pretzel in a 98 degree oven. I am still sore but can actually walk today. 

I will see you though again next week, hot oven of contortion!

Last night I went out on a date. I realized that I'm incredibly shallow, height rarely indicates height elsewhere (you know what I mean.....) and that even if the sex is mediocre, it feels good that the habs beat his Leafs. It's a shame my boys weren't playing, but probably best since they've been on a losing streak. 2nd into the playoffs behind San Jose? Seriously? 

Ugh, and boys....less tongue. I don't know what you're looking for, but tame it. 

Mar. 26th, 2009

My tooth is infected.

I want to shoot myself in the face.


Just Checking In!

Hey Guys!

I know I've been MIA for ages, and I apologize, but promise to fix that sometime in the (hopefully near!) future. Just wanted to let everyone know that I'm still alive though, and was thinking of some of my friends here this evening. :)

Anyways, long story short (cause as usual, I've got to run), some things are great, and some things are really awful, so I'm trying to focus on the former at the risk of ignoring the later. I'm hoping to find a balance between staying positive and completely ignoring all the shit-stuff (formally known as "responsibilites"). They were right about the real world. It sucks.

Can I go home now?

(Have I ever really known where "home" is?"

It's times like these....where I romanticize about moving somewhere far far away, with no forwarding information.

Birthday Girl! :)

Here's hoping that 25 is even better than 24!!


I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned it, but on some days when I'm brave and take the "Matt" bus, I pass a daycare center named "Swallows Daycare". It takes everything that I have in me to suppress my giggling. I keep thinking "Well, if you'd swallowed in the first place, you wouldn't need the daycare...!"

I know..I'm a baaaad person.

Also, I read this funny little blurb in the Metro this morning:

Man Weds Dog as Atonement

ODDITY A man in southern India married a female dog in a traditional Hindu ceremony as an attempt to atone for stoning two other dogs to death.

P. Selvakumar married the sari-draped former stray named Selvi, who was chosen by family members and then bathed and clothed for the ceremony.

So, in a twisted way aren't they condoning bestiality? Or is it not India custom that you need to consumate a marriage? Nonetheless...I'll bet a stray doesn't rank very high on the caste system.

In honor of the upcoming Hallowe'en.....

Two brooms were hanging in the closet and after a while they got to know each other so well, they decided to get married.

One broom was, of course, the bride broom, the other the groom broom.

The bride broom looked very beautiful in her white dress. The groom broom was handsome and suave in his tuxedo. The wedding was lovely.

After the wedding, at the wedding dinner, the bride-broom leaned over and said to the groom-broom, "I think I am going to have a little whisk broom!!!"

"IMPOSSIBLE !!" said the groom broom.


Sounds to me like she's been "sweeping" around!

(Terrible, I know!)
The irony is that on the day that I made that post, I realized that I can post to Livejournal from work, and with very little work to do, I've had a lot of time on my hands during which I could have posted. Maybe I will this afternoon about everything....maybe.

Nonetheless, tonight I am going to look at an apartment! I'm shopping for a new one, and need to move on December 1st. This one looks promising and is a one bedroom as opposed to a bachelor, which I like. It's a basement apartment though, which I was sort of trying to avoid, but we'll see.

I just need a hug so badly. I don't need a fuck friend, I need a cuddle friend. That seems especially unlikely since so few men enjoy cuddling, especially without the promise of sex. Maybe the courier gentleman and I can work out a deal - I'll sign for the package if he gives me a hug.

Oct. 16th, 2007

Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have.

—Henry Rollins